sock snake landed on the bed near his hip. She peeked up over the bed to see if her projectile had hit its target. Logan seized the sock, pretending to fight off its venomous fangs. The harder she laughed, the more he escalated his theatrics. He flopped onto the bed on his back, struggling to keep the sock from tearing out his throat, until the vicious creature got the better of him and connected with his jugular. Sock still gripped in his hand, he threw his arms wide.
“He got me,” he gasped and then went still.
“Oh no!” Toni cried. “I need to suck the poison out.”
It took every ounce of Logan’s will not to move as she jumped onto the bed with him and lowered her mouth to his throat. Her soft sucking kisses did all sorts of tingly things to the snake in his pants.
“I’m too late,” she said brokenly, sniffing theatrically.
“Keep trying,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
Her soft kisses on his throat strengthened, drawing a shudder from him. He was now wishing the snake had bitten him a bit farther south.
“Oh God,” he said, lifting the sock in the air. “The snake is attacking again.”
Toni leaned away to watch him struggle with the sock once more.
“Not there!” he yelled as he aimed the sock for his crotch. “Anywhere but there!”
Toni grabbed the sock to help him fend off the attack. “I’ll save you.”
He expected her to pull the sock away, but she bumped it against the thickening ridge in his pants.
“Oh no,” she said. “He got you again. I’d better suck that poison out too.”
She jerked open his fly, and he laughed. “God, I love you,” he said. And then he sucked in a deep breath.
Toni went still, and her eyes lifted to meet his.
“U-u-ukuleles. I love ukuleles,” he said. “Highly underrated instrument.”
“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Now, hush. It’s going to take a long time to get all this poison out.”
It didn’t take all that long really. Her technique was perfect. The way her mouth sucked, lips rubbed, throat vibrated—perfect. Her hand tugging gently at the base of his shaft, long hair tickling his belly as her head moved—perfect. The sounds she made, the way she looked, her scent, her remembered taste—perfect. His sweet, sweet Toni—perfect.
I’m in big trouble here.
Logan’s back arched as his pleasure intensified. He wasn’t ready for the building pleasure to end, but she’d fully conquered his resistance and he couldn’t help but let go.
“Toni?” he whispered hoarsely as he tapped the back of her head to let her know she was about to get a mouthful. His belly tautened as he found release, his bliss so intense he swore he saw stars behind his tightly clenched eyelids.
Toni tensed as he filled her mouth with cum, but she swallowed every drop and then slowly pulled away, releasing her suction with a soft pop.
Winded, she lay down beside him, rested her head on his chest, and traced the outlines of a tattoo here, an abdominal muscle there.
“That’s the second time you’ve tapped the back of my head when I’ve gone down on you,” she said, tilting her head so she could look up at him. “Am I missing something?”
He grinned at her. Was it weird that he was glad she didn’t know what it meant? “It’s the universal signal for I’m coming, in case you don’t want that stuff in your mouth.”
“Oh,” she said. “Am I supposed to swallow it? I meant to ask Reagan about proper protocol, but I forgot.”
“It’s up to you,” he said. “It won’t hurt my feelings if you pull off at the last minute or spit it out.”
“If I pull off, will I get to watch it come out?”
“Do you want to watch my cum spurt?”
She grinned deviously and nodded. Her hand slid down his belly, and she touched his softening cock. “Right now,” she said.
He laughed. “I’m not a teenager anymore, lamb. You’ll have to give it at least twenty minutes.” More like forty, but who was counting?
“Can I have some of that strawberry shortcake you ordered for me while we wait?”
“If you like.” It had to taste better than his cum.
She sat up and poked his nose. “I knew it!”
“You knew what?”
“You did all this romantic stuff for me. The balloons. The cake. The socks. These totally inappropriate clothes. The flowers and chocolate. All of it.”
Let’s not forget the sex toys. Wherever those were.